I've exhausted the muse:
She is dripping decomposition,
The flies buzzing their caterwauls
Like sheep.
Shackled and shanked
My muse wavers,
A Frankenstein
Lumbering against the panorama of villagers,
Howling of how the china tells no lies.
She moans of dolls and mirrors,
Weaving stories of their deceit.
Blasphemous is she,
How very blasphemous:
I command obeyance
Yet she dares to balk and remiss.
Mutiny!
Ach,
I grow tired of her victimization.
Author notes
I had writer's block, so I wrote about that. I don't really like it, but *shrugs* they can't all be winners, eh?
A contest entry
- Prewrite " SPECIAL" by wingsofgold25.
450 points, ended May 17, 2007, 123 entries
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enjoyed reading this good luck in the contest
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A first I do believe. Thanks for straightening old WRITERS BLOCK out Ha. Ha. Good write Good Luck in the Contest
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well i like this too. good personification and humor. awesome vocab too. you impressed me, and thats pretty hard to do. good job.
graci -
lol it is still a great poem and never thought I'd find a poem of writers block so plus on the originality, images and simlies.
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